Now, in my second semester, the pain of the new “University Towers” is hitting me. I’ll give you a glimpse into the life of me, an obvious freshman student. I wake up, look out my window, and look across at the North Tower. I’m still able to see my neighbors due to the transparent curtains Snevets provided for us. Then, the real choice has to be made: do I walk down 15 flights of stairs or wait 10+ minutes for the elevator to come?
I ended up taking the stairs and leaving the south tower. I traveled to my MA-125 class in How Center 103. As I’m in class, I spy underneath the radiator: a moldy french fry and — chicken nugget? What is that doing there? I always wondered why this place had the stench of grease and fried deliciousness. Anyway, the slow drone of my math class was making me wonder.
Shoot! It’s 10:40 a.m. I have to put in my Grubhub order as quickly as possible. The wait for a quesadilla is one hour. I knew I should’ve placed the order sooner. Class is over, and this class still makes zero sense. What the heck is a convergent series? I’ll probably have to reach out to a tutor.
Walking out of How Center, there were droves of students surrounding the towers. Another fire drill…I remember the fire drills earlier this year. What a nightmare. The rush down the stairs and the strange flow of the students makes it so difficult, but I try not to think about what would happen in a real fire situation.
I finally got to my quesadilla and it was pretty good. Commonly, the food is a toss-up. Whatever you order can be pretty overcooked or just plain underwhelming despite how hungry you are. I stuff as much food as I can before heading to my classes, both in EAS. One of these classes is CAL-105, which apparently I already have credit for (due to APs), but the registrar just wouldn’t give them to me.
After my afternoon classes, I reach the point in the day where I slow down and have to wait 10+ minutes for the elevator leading to my dorm where I regroup and think about what’s next.
Disclaimer: this article is a part of The Stupe and is satire
